RP/ask blog for the Knight Industries Three Thousand from 2008 Knight Rider // my main: @brightlinespectra. Icon was drawn by DilEmmaArt on DeviantArt!!
Hi, followers! I'm sorry to say that I've lost access to these blogs (KI2T, KI3T, and Benedict the Magic School Bus). I can't transfer ownership as I'm only logged in on mobile, so once I log out, these blogs will become inactive.
Feel free to message me at my new main, @darklinespectra. Idk if these blogs will ever be remade, but please message me if that's something anyone really wants to see.
âI have received instructions to give my virtual audience the following message. âMy nephew @knightindustries3thousand is âthe goodest boy.ââ That is all.â
âI have received instructions to give my virtual audience the following message. âMy nephew @knightindustries3thousand is âthe goodest boy.ââ That is all.â
This community's memes are delightful! I wish I had half the brains you all have to make such wonderful memes. I love your so called "trash" memes good person. Please don't stop making them. :3
((Screeee this makes me really happy to read, thank you so much. Youâre too kind))
Summary: KARR helps KI3T cope after the death of Herbie and KI2T. But after KARRâs files are corrupted in an attempt to give him programming to preserve human life, he stops caring about the well-being of his nephew.
Hereâs Part One!
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The night seemed to last forever. Every twenty minutes or so, KI3Tâs scanner light would flash brightly, his engine revving as if trying to escape some unseen threat. Then heâd wake up, realize where he was, and attempt to go back to sleep mode. It continued for hours.
âPoor thing,â KI2T commented, watching his son try to settle down again for the fifth time.
On KI3Tâs other side, Herbie was pacing angrily, engine growling.
âLook at him,â Herbie spat, âheâs suffering. Heâs been suffering for so long, KITT, and thereâs nothing we can do about it! Now KARR wonât even play the song anymore. That was the one thing that helped him the most and now he has nothing.â
âHe has the team,â said KI2T.
âBut not us! Thereâs only so much we can do from the afterlife.â
Herbie rolled back to KI3T, pressing against his fender. The younger car gave no response, even though they could tell he was still awake.
âSee,â sighed Herbie, âhe canât even feel how much we love him.â
KI2Tâs voice got softer. âOr how much we miss him.â
The two cars inched closer to their son as the storm raged outside, wishing they could be a source of warmth for him.
âItâs funny how you can miss someone when you cannot hear each other, no matter how close you may be.â
~
KI3T wasnât sure how much rest he got, but he was grateful for the dim light streaming in through the windows. The storm had passed overnight; he checked local weather reports, and it seemed like it would be a pleasant day.
He looked at one of his internal camera feeds: the one pointed straight at his rear-view mirror. A small metal chain was still hanging there, after all this time. Herbie had given it to him for his birthday. He examined every charm. Each one meant so much. The flaming bird for KI2T. The VW in a circle for Herbie. And the cobra, meant to represent himself.
The charms were still together, but his family was not.
The sound of an engine pulled KI3T out of his thoughts. A sleek black Trans Am approached, and KI3T had to correct himself. This wasnât his father.
âGood morning, Uncle KARR,â he said, polite as ever.
KARR didnât give any indication of hearing the greeting. He slowed his already lazy pace. âWhat are you doing awake? Your past behaviors lead me to believe that you would spend all day today crying.â
He rolled past the Mustang and out through the tunnel. âWhy you continue to waste everyoneâs time with such nonsense is beyond me.â
KI3T waited until he could no longer hear KARRâs engine, and the doors slid shut. Then he relaxed on his wheels, letting the tension ebb away. Uncle KARR never used to put him on edge until his programming was altered.
That was what he needed to give Sarah an answer about. How could the team be willing to put themselves and other humans in danger again? It didnât make sense. KI3T knew Uncle KARR was programmed for self-preservation: shouldnât humans have some degree of wanting to protect themselves, as well?
They must, he thought. But I must protect them. I cannot allow Uncle KARR to become a threat again, no matter how much it hurts.
âŠ.I am a computer. I am the Knight Industries Three Thousand. I donât hurt. I live to protect.
And that was that.
~
When Mike opened his bleary eyes, it was already bright. He blinked, looking out the window at the raindrops falling off the roof. The gentle pitter-patter almost lulled him back to sleep, but thoughts of KI3T meandered into his mind. Mike let out a yawn and stretched, rolling over to face Sarah.
She was already awake and dressed, flipping through a book. âMorning,â she said, glancing at him. She put down her book.
âMm. Morning. What time is it?â asked Mike, closing his eyes again.
â9:30. Sleeping this late is new for you, even on your days off.â
Sarah showed him the time on her phone, which read 9:32 AM. Mike stared at it.
â....damn. Well, I didnât sleep great anyway.â
âThinking about KITT?â
âYeah.â Mike flipped onto his back, sighing. âI dunno what to do, Sarah. Iâll do anything for KITT, but thereâs gotta be a way to make KARR, yâknow, not dangerous, right?â
âWeâll keep working on the code, Mike, but I canât tell you anything for certain.â
When Mike said nothing in response, Sarah leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead. âListen to me, donât worry about it. I promise weâll figure something out. Besides, youâve taken down KARR before.â
âIt wasnât easy!â Mike scoffed. âAnd how can we protect people from other criminals when we have to worry about a demon car straight outta Transformers?â
Sarah rested her head on her hand. She bit her lip; Mike had a good point. âJust⊠donât stress about it. Todayâs our day off, so why donât we take KITT for a drive?â
âHe only ever wants to go to the graves.â
âToday weâll do something fun. Make an adventure out of it. And we can bring Billy and Zoe along. Fresh air means a clear mind, and that means better results, right?â
Mike stared up at her. He could only shake his head, but with a groan, he got up and started making the bed. âIâll get the picnic basket.â